Razor blade Papercuts

As I draw this blade across my arm,
My blood flows onto the ground.
The familiar sting and flash of pain,
This time, the reason has a name.
I loved you and you threw it in my face,
I gave you everything and you blew it off,
The bite of the razor is the only thing,
The only thing that matters.
As the blood oozes out, I watch it drip off my arm,
It pools by my feet and I feel the life draining away.
I can't stand the thoughts racing through my head,
And I want it all to end.

*chorus*